Lucas had nearly torn the forest apart.
The moment Arvella's absence was noted — Bianca calling him through the mind link, her voice tight with the controlled panic of a woman who knew exactly how much danger her daughter was in — Rhyker had surged forward with a force that nearly split Lucas's skin without his permission.
Find her, the wolf snarled. FIND HER.
They searched every trail, every clearing, every hollow in the northern woods. Levi and Lionelle flanked him, covering the eastern ridgeline while Marcus and Marion swept the western perimeter. The scent was faint — Arvella's scent had always been unusually faint, muted by magic none of them understood — but Rhyker could find her heartbeat in a hurricane.
Two hours. Two hours of searching, of Rhyker howling inside him with an anx
